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Hogg's words were full of flaws, especially the sentence "I am the emperor", which was full of the feeling of the thief crying "stop thief". No normal person would believe it.

Although the Primarch had an unstable personality and was a real problem child, his IQ was still above average and he saw through Hogg's true face at a glance.

"Brother, you are making it very difficult for us! Do you want us to call you mom? And where is the Emperor? You are not going to eat him, are you?"

Guilliman's suspicion was very reasonable. After experiencing a series of blows, he no longer believed in the integrity of the Emperor and Hogg. These two were likely to do anything.

Feeling the powerful force surging in his body, Hogg had never felt so good before, especially the magical psychic power, which made him feel like he could blow up the whole world with one punch.

Stepping down from the withered golden throne, Hogg, who had transformed into the Emperor's vest, came to Guilliman, patted his dog head, and said:
"Rebellious son, I am the Lord of Humanity. How dare you talk to me like this? Believe it or not, I will throw you into the subspace and let those four idiots train you in turns."

Guilliman frowned again, and Dorn, who had just entered, also felt a pain in his balls. Only Curze and a few others gathered over and looked at the new image of Big Brother.

"Brother, you didn't really eat the yellow fox, did you? Why are you still wearing Mara's clothes? You're so flirty!"

Seeing that even a loser like Curze could tell who he was, Hogg lost all interest, and his happiness instantly decreased by more than half. He stood there with his hands on his hips, calling upon the Emperor's soul within his body:
"Yellow skin, say something! Stop pretending to be dead here, come out now."

As Hogg finished speaking, the Emperor's voice rang out, spewing a stream of holy curse words:
"You bastards, I've finally figured it out. You guys are all trouble. No wonder my other self was so happy to send you here. How long are you going to occupy my body? Return your body to me right now."

"Emperor, shut up!"

After the previous drama of loving father and filial son, several Primarchs completely lost their good impression of the Emperor, especially Perturabo, who had been kept in the dark for thousands of years. He even removed the Emperor filter and stared at these two pieces of shit with garbage eyes.

The Filial Son Alliance had experienced the baptism of Mara and had developed resistance to the female version of the Emperor. They believed that Mara was the mother of their original body, and their filial piety did not change after seeing the fusion version of the Emperor.

Guilliman Dorn and the other saw again the horrible appearance of Hogg that made them physically uncomfortable. Even though the current fused version of the Emperor had full charm, they could not muster the slightest interest and could only wait for time to continue to ferment.

Seeing Hogg still flirting, Perturabo couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him. He didn't care about the relationship between father and son or the relationship between the ruler and the minister. He pulled Hogg's ear and cursed:
"Put on your clothes quickly, you two bastards deserve to die. If I see you showing those two pieces of fat in front of me again, I will chop them off with an axe."

"What? Pepe, how could you do this to me? I'm your mother. You said you would protect me forever. Why did you change your mind now?"

Perturabo was already in a bad mood, and was slandered by Hogg on the spot. He drew his battle axe and chopped at the man in front of him, but this attracted a rebuke from the Emperor:
"What are you going to do? I'm your father, you can't do this to me."

Having both parents alive is a blessing, but for Perturabo, she now just wants to kill this crazy thing in front of her, which is too embarrassing.

Looking at the two people chasing each other in the ruins of the palace, especially Perturabo chasing with clothes in the back, Guilliman sat down on the ground and began to think about life with his old friend Dorn. The scarlet psionic mist was dispelled by the sun, and countless transport planes fell from the sky again, searching for Holy Terra, which had been reduced to ruins.

In the shocking explosion just now, only one in ten residents of Terra survived, and those who survived were severely infected by psionic energy and became true psionic carriers.

The High Lords' Council was destroyed in an instant, and everything was reduced to nothing. Even the souls were completely decomposed by the high concentration of psionic energy and turned into meaningless residue.

The sun shone on Guilliman's face. Although he had conquered Terra, he did not feel happy at all. He always felt that his past ten thousand years had been meaningless:
"Don, I feel like a clown, as if there is an invisible hand manipulating me from behind. Even if I am as strong as the Four Gods, I am just a pawn for their entertainment. We have done so much, but is it really worth it?"

Dorn, who was also sitting on the ground, did not reply immediately. Instead, he handed Guilliman a glass of lemon juice and pointed at the yellow sweet water in the glass and said:

"My brother, why do you have to think so much? You might as well think about what to do next. The most important thing now is to clean up the mess and revive this human empire that we have destroyed once. You don't think our sins have been redeemed, do you? Steel inside and out is not just a slogan."

After drinking this strange drink that was so sour to the roots of his teeth, Guilliman really couldn't understand what was so good about it. At least some salt should be added to it. But Dorn was right, they, the former rebels, must bring the Empire back on track.

"That's right, steel inside and out. I didn't expect you to come up with such a philosophical slogan, Dorn. I thought you were just a fool begging for money everywhere."

Dorn, with his twisted personality, felt a little embarrassed by Guilliman's praise, but he soon didn't have to be complacent anymore, because a team of Lemon Fists walked deep into the underground palace and saw Perturabo chasing and playing with Hogg.

Looking at this group of Space Marines in yellow armor, Perturabo recognized them as his own cubs at first sight, but why did they call Dorn father?
Without giving Dorn a chance to escape, Perturabo leaped onto Lemon Ogryn with a big jump, grabbed his neck and shouted:

"Asshole, what do these Space Marines mean, what have you done?"

Dorn, who was questioned, didn't dare to speak. He couldn't say that the Lemon Fists were all Iron Warriors in a different skin, but if Dorn didn't say it, there would always be someone else to say it for him. Hogg, who was wearing new clothes, jumped out immediately and pointed at the lemon cans in a very annoying tone and said:
"Of course I turned your head into a gene seed extractor. You don't know that the way Dorn looked at your head was almost stringy, and he shouted Pepe love me again, which almost made me die of joy."

After merging with the Emperor, Hogg's moral level dropped drastically, from basically unchanged to directly below negative numbers, highlighting his inhumanity.

At the same time, while a family party was being performed on Holy Terra, a tall figure with long wild golden hair ran out from the crystal maze that was destroyed by Tzeentch.

Powerful psychic energy began to surge and boil. Even though he only had half of his soul, with the blessing of superb skills, Leman Russ, who had been trapped for ten thousand years, still made a psychic call to Holy Terra:
"Father, come and save me!"

　Due to force majeure, this book is almost ruined. Corgi is frantically revising the manuscript. Some plots will be reasonably changed. Don’t ask for the specific reasons. There will be updates later, but it will be very late.

　　
　
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